Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Burkina and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Jesper Dahlbäck to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Clear Light,
Livin' Joy,
The Blues Magoos,
Yaz,
Liliput,
Tom Boy,
Tomorrow,
Bill Wells,
the Slits,
Visage,
Erasure,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lower 48,
Agitation Free,
Chrome,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Last Poets,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang of Four,
Sight & Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minor Threat,
Kenny Larkin,
The Victims,
Black Pus,
Mars,
The Dead C,
Wally Richardson,
Cymande,
Lalann,
Joyce Sims,
The Star Department,
Harry Pussy,
Index,
Marine Girls,
Average White Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crash Course in Science,
48th St. Collective,
Hasil Adkins,
Sister Nancy,
Flash Fearless,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Byrd,
Terry Callier,
Dual Sessions,
Severed Heads,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fortunes,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mojo Men,
Motorama,
Gang Starr,
The Durutti Column,
Leonard Cohen,
Groovy Waters,
The Cowsills,
Skaos,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.